Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 115288 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 576(@200wpm)___ 461(@250wpm)___ 384(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115288 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 576(@200wpm)___ 461(@250wpm)___ 384(@300wpm)
“You would have worn heels to the delivery room if you’d been allowed,” Avery scoffs and rubs her belly.
“That’s untrue.”
“Only because you were like Griselda, trying to jam your swollen feet into shoes that were way too small.” Avery arches a brow. “Anyway, enough about swollen feet, do you know where Gavin is taking you for dinner?”
“Nope, he just said wear something nice,” I reply.
“Did you pick up some sexy lingerie to wear under your dress?”
“I guess it depends on whose version of sexy we’re talking about.”
Avery’s version of sexy lingerie is upgrading from a sports bra to one with padding and black bikini briefs. London, on the other hand, loves all things lace and satin and delicate. I’m somewhere between the two.
London stops messing with my eyebrows and gives me a stern look. “Please tell me you bought new underwear for this date.”
“Who says he’s going to see my underwear at the end of the night?” I challenge.
“Oh please.” London props a fist on her hip. “Isn’t Peyton sleeping over at her grandparents’ place?”
“As far as I know, yes.”
“So he’ll be able to come back to your place and stay the night if he wants,” London says.
“Do you think I should invite him back to my place?” I glance between my sisters.
“Why wouldn’t you?” Avery rubs her belly.
“It’s our first date.”
Now it’s Avery’s turn to give me a look. “You’ve been seeing him on a weekly basis since July. It’s October.”
“Because of Peyton.”
“Uh, we all know that’s bullshit.” Avery makes a circle motion and points at me.
“I was in a relationship for most of the time I was spending with them,” I argue.
Avery rolls her eyes. “Chad was a nice guy, but he was a fun-for-now boyfriend, not a get-serious boyfriend. And he was way too into fantasy sports. No one should be in that many fantasy leagues. It’s not normal, and that’s coming from a self-professed sports junkie.”
“Still, don’t you think I should wait a while before jumping into bed with Gavin?” I bring my fingers to my lips then drop them to my lap so I don’t ruin my gloss or my nails.
“Do whatever feels right.” London seems to be changing her mind about this. “And you want to make sure that you’re actually into Gavin on his own, rather than the Gavin-and-Peyton package.”
“How is she going to figure that out unless she gets naked with him?” Avery argues.
“Sex complicates things. You know that better than anyone,” London says pointedly. She’s referencing the way Avery and Declan nearly imploded back when they crossed the line from best friends to best friends with a lot of benefits.
“My situation with Declan is not even remotely the same as what’s going on with Harley and Gavin. Declan had major commitment issues, and I made a stupid mistake. Now we’re super happy and totally in love and having a baby.” Avery turns back to me. “I think you need to do whatever is right for you. It’s up to you whether you let him see your underpants.”
London sighs and shakes her head, then her eyes go wide, and she takes me by the shoulders. “Please tell me your underwear is not cotton.”
“There’s nothing wrong with cotton underwear. It breathes,” Avery says defensively.
“There’s nothing wrong with them in the general sense, but for a date and potentially the first underpants sighting, cotton is a no-no.”
“They’re not cotton,” I assure her.
She arches a brow and I sigh.
“They’re satin with a lace waistband and a floral print.”
“Okay. As long as they don’t have a cartoon pattern on them, we’re good,” London says with relief.
My phone buzzes on the vanity, and Gavin’s name flashes across the screen. I nab the device and check the message. He’s just pulled into Spark House. “He’s here. I’m so nervous. Why am I so nervous?”
“Because you want to get naked with him,” Avery says.
“Because you like him, and you’re changing the dynamic of your relationship,” London says.
“And you want to find out if he’s got the moves between the sheets.” Avery grins. She gives me a fist bump. “Just remember, you don’t need to wait five dates before you get in the sack with this one.”
“But don’t feel like you need to rush into anything either.” London turns me around once to make sure my dress isn’t wonky in the back, and then they’re ushering me into the hall.
I reach the front entrance as Gavin walks through the door. And I nearly melt into a puddle on the floor. He’s dressed in a navy suit, hair styled, dark eyes roving over me on a heated sweep.
“You look stunning.” He crosses the room and takes my hand in his, bringing it to his lips. “And you smell divine. What is that perfume?”
“I think it’s called Boardwalk Taffy body lotion.”
He chuckles. “Well, you certainly smell and look absolutely edible.”